Imagine a mysterious country girl . . .

With the heat and the rural road, your mind drifts down a sidestreet in your imagination, where a tan blonde is standing with her back to you. . .

You imagine her to be around 5'5, 100 lbs. Green eyes that are looking back at you over her shoulder as she puts her towel down on the riverbank. A bright smile with full, kissable lips flashes . . . . and you see that she's wearing a little green tank top that only makes it halfway down her stomach and back. She's got cutoff jeans that sit just below her perfect ass. Those legs, slim, tan, young. She's probably 19.

She bends down to place her towel with the lithe grace of a young woman. Then shrugs off her tank top revealing a black bikini top. Her breasts aren't too big, you'd say probably a large B or a small C. Her back is nice and fit, you can imagine what it would feel like to run your hands over it . . .

She takes more time with her shorts, unbuttoning them, noticing you noticing her. Smiling as she slowly pushes one side down, then the other. Giving you a sly wink, and then edging them down over the round back of her ass. You see that her bikini bottoms match her top, black and small. The triangle of fabric at the top of her butt dissappearing down into her luscious crack. Not a thong, but certainly a size too small! What a nice, tan, firm little ass.

But something just distracted you from your daydream . . .

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flicker of movement in the woods to your right.